#Ep 20

[theartingace]

Finally, after at LEAST a month of puttering around with it, my design for the King In Yellow!

[fujunfuren]

CHEN DULING as Demon Wenxiao

FANGS OF FORTUNE (2024)

[transingthoseformers]

Optimus there are aus where that's considering rather impolite

He didn't even fucking hesitate to crack open his chassis the moment he was asked what the matrix is

It took me a minute to stop wheezing ngl

[fmascreencaps]

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

Neurotic disaster of a man and his side dish spotted at local cafe.

[zibus]

ur honor, i love her

[gelukart]

Whoops

Tryna makes yellow version of my john hc that’s like similar but different so I based it more on crow/raven stuff

Malevolent doodles

Pervious - Next

[lloydfrontera]

poor sir roberto he didn't deserve to get caught in the crossfire like this (T▽T)

[ying-doodles]

// cpsm manhwa spoilers (ep 20)

... you're telling me that this man. is ice dragon tyrannus?? the one who made the heart of winter?? the father of verkis?? this man??

wow no wonder they didn't know until way later, this is just a guy!

also the absolute disrespect rakiel gave him calling him out on his male pattern baldness and straight up snatching his wig though LMAO I feel bad for him,,

[obliviouskara]

god i keep forgetting how beautiful mel is like she's so pretty even during season 1 i cant stop staring at her face

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Not a quote but one of my favourite screenshots

[fujunfuren]

The sea of suffering has no end indeed 😭

What do you mean while he was cooping himself to suppress the malicious energy and his alter ego telling him to succumb to it but he looks at the far distance, imagining a simple, peaceful life with wenxiao.

And his vision looking back at him, smiling, giving him a slither of hope that maybe this pain and endurance will be all worth it in the end.

Crying/sobbing/vomitting

[transingthoseformers]

Oh we're going full Thirteen Primes in this bitch

Yeah i triple counted it's thirteen.

[fmascreencaps]

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Okay, so Little Doctor is 50% human (probably?), 25% demon and 25% mountain god. Does that make him anything? He got his blood all over the sword but nothing happened. But his blood did revive the tree way back in the plague town, so maybe he should try bleeding on his mom or something. Why not? It could work!

[zelenxa]

1312 - The Allaires

This afternoon will be the last day she’ll ever be known as a Beaumont. It’s early spring when she sneaks out of her home to meet Alexandre at the Kensington’s. The snow has yet to melt, and by the time Dayana makes it to her destination, the ends of her dress are damp and sprinkled white with snow.

Inside her cousin’s quaint home, it is warm and cozy despite windows being open to let out the smoke cooking provides. Ever the downfall of a secret wedding, only a few people manage to make it in this weather. Casandra and Marisol - though Dayana hardly knows the latter - show up, along with a recent friend of Dayana’s, Priscilla Gloud. She arrives late, but just before the wedding takes place, in place of an official officiant. Alexandre had hoped Beatrice would make it, but the cards were never in his favor with the snow and her pregnancy. Nonetheless, the Kensington’s huge family keeps the house rather crowded and loud anyway, and it feels lively.

It does well enough to chip away at Dayana’s desire for her mother to be here. She knows that if she were here, she would sour the occasion with her dissatisfaction. Gloria has a way of doing that.

The cold external temperature is a stark contrast to the warmth inside the Kensington’s home.

For a moment like this, the snow and ice’s natural beauty easily outshines any wish to begin their vows indoors, albeit that doesn’t keep the group from continuing with haste. Dayana ignores the chill against her dress as they hand-in-hand walk to the wedding aisle. It’s much easier to do when her insides feel hot and she can easily write off her blush as an effect of the cold. It’s nothing like a real wedding, although it’s not as if Dayana would know, considering she’s never been to one.

Priscilla stands aside from the couple, her hands bundling together for warmth before assuming a more respectful stance. Dayana exhales deeply, the sound coming off as a happy sigh. She feels as if she might faint when Alexandre slides a ring down her finger, and she just barely resists placing her hand stop her resting chest. She feels foolish and childish and yet it only makes her smile brighter.

Alexandre’s speech feels easily more impressive than hers — expectant for a bard, or maybe it’s the fact that all these rosy words are directed at her that has Dayana doubtful of her own ability to woo him. He had waited this long to marry me, had he not?

When it comes time to repeat Alexander’s actions and place a ring on his finger, Dayana’s nervousness prompts her to yank away her hand too quickly, and she clumsily hits Alexandre’s nose. Someone snorts in the background - Dayana doesn’t notice it in her attempt to soothe Alexandre. To her relief, though, Alexandre laughs softly, and the result of her klutz leaves Dayana brave enough to recite her vows.

Not long after Priscilla declares them husband and wife do they rush inside. Dayana feels light on her feet. It feels as if she’s shed all shame, like she’s settled in her decision. Regardless of anyone’s opinion, they are married. There is no going back on that. She’ll deal with her mother when the time comes, but only when the time comes.

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